The Pen Is My Sword, The Words The Battlefield, The Ink The Wound.... ~Raven
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
The Love Of Souls
Strong arms surround me In an eternal love dance So strong, so warm Holding on until the end. A body covers this self In dreams gently giving Me the only thing my Body craves through the night. A heart loves mine In the mystic darkness Of night, melting the Heart enslaved by eternity. Hands gently carress those Places in me that they have Always touched, a memory Of two becoming one. That smile encourages These reactions in me Giving me the reactions My body always craves. Three little words said In the early lights of dawn Said a thousand times A promise yet again. Fitting together, Like a hand in a glove We are, meeting only In dreams for now. A spirit, a soul tending To mine for the rest Of my life to show me That I belong only to him. In dreams he comes to me Telling me that I am his Words and actions in moonlight Will happend someday in daylight. ~Raven
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